"The F-Express Train going to Orly-TGV will depart in two minutes." I was sick of this automated voice, sick of the F-Train and sick of all these commuters making my life hell. At least it was the end of my shift—one last round trip, and I'll go home. There, I'll connect to Grindr, find the first bottom willing to get fucked, and I'll release all the stress of my day in his ass. Yes, that sounded like a great plan. “Sir,...
I was on a train in Germany, traveling from Nuremberg to Munich, which was a little busy to say the least! My husband was sitting on a pull-down seat and I was standing by the door to the corridor-- they still have trains with compartments in Germany. I looked through the glass door and on the other side was a very pretty blonde woman about my age, early fifties, with beautiful brown eyes. She looked at me and smiled so I...
There was only one person outside the church gates, so it had to be her. I was five minutes late, and she had the look about her of someone impatiently waiting for someone. I didn’t cross the road. Instead I took out my mobile. The message I sent was succinct. “I’m here.” Her name was Kate, or at least that’s what she claimed. She was wearing a knee-high pencil skirt and black nylons with three inch heels. It was warm eno...
I was late, dammit! Any other morning but this one. I ran into the station just as they were announcing the departure of the train. I scrambled through the barrier thankful that at least I already had my ticket. It was just starting to move as I managed to open the door. I flung my overnight bag on board and climbed in after it. I slammed it shut after me and then leant against the wall trying to recover my breath. Jeez,...
The carriage doors slid shut. There were just the four of them inside now. Further up on the same side as herself was a couple, radiating the obsessiveness of new love. Next to her, on her right, the man. She hadn’t chosen him particularly; on the contrary, he’d sat down next to her because it was one of few seats left. But that was seven stations ago. Now, as the train left the station and accelerated into the tunnel, Be...
It was an ordinary day, a routine trip, to a routine appointment in London from my provincial town. The 12:41 was the train to get me to the appointment with a little time to spare. I always look forward to travelling, as occasionally I can see someone beautiful walk by and captivate my gaze.I took my seat next to the window at a table for four, busied myself with getting my accouterments for the journey. This included ch...
Almost a year has passedSince your path merged with mineOr mine with yoursOr maybe you pulled off to the side of the path and I caught up Or I coulda like got a flat tire or something and you were the only one who stopped to help me and then after you discovered I had no spare tire you offered me a ride and I just never got out of your carBut it seems like just yesterdayYou came over to play And then I asked you to stayYo...
The most depressing thing about my grandmother’s death was that she had outlived all of her children and three of her grandchildren. I guess that’s the price you pay for living to one hundred and eight.My mother was a very late-in-life baby. She was born when grandma was forty-four. She said it was hard growing up because grandpa – her dad – had died in a farm accident just before she was born and all her siblings were gr...
At 6:10 in the morning, I stand on the platform in St Albans waiting for the same train, waiting to sit in the same seat with the same tired, grey faces. Monday through Friday, every day the same. The seats are a weird green-bluish colour darkened by grease and grime. God, I hate commuting. One morning, huddled inside my overcoat as the train approaches, a blonde woman runs up and stands near me, waiting for the train to...
I. Vicious State of Mind “Caution, approaching platform.” The announcement drowns out the clipped whispers, but the furtive eyeballing remains. Some knew me immediately. The celebrity-like recognition flashed like fat paparazzi Nikons as they traced the familiar tattoo slopping down my cheek, burning into the path of another that peaks just above the collar of a grimy Seattle Sounders T. Most don’t. You got the ones boyco...
She could feel him watching her but every time her eyes flicked to catch his, he’d be looking down at the tattered day-worn Metro in his hand. Even from ten metres away, the paper looked scuffed and dirty, and it’d been folded in half since the man had first picked it up.They’d both boarded the train at Liverpool Street with the late-commute crowd. 18:27. Two strangers in a crowd of dozens more. A wet night. The air outsi...
Each night beneath the kindly moon’s soft radiance We make again that joyful connection of love Vulnerable in our emotional nakedness As we bare the most profound feelings of our hearts All too soon the hour of parting is upon us Catching us unaware in our communion The whistle of the passing train is the sad signal That we must reluctantly say goodnight, sweet dreams Come away with me on a romantic adventure And succumb...
The restaurant car rocked gently upon the gradual alpine track as the most famous of steam trains snaked its way up through the mountain range. It's elegantly dressed occupants lost to the murmur of conversation and laughter as fine dining gave way to after dinner drinks.Small table lamps provide a soft, intimate warm glow so in contrast with the darkness outside. My business acquaintance having already retired, I elect...
«More??»That’s what the note said. I slumped back into my seat. This was just one of the notes she had written before. She must have dropped it when she hurried to pick up her things and leave.More?? Yes, please. But she was gone, and this was a big train. No point in trying to find her, especially if she didn’t want to be found. It was a fun game, but now it was over. Let it go.I closed my eyes. More??My heart jumped and...
I heard the whistle of the conductor from one of the cars way up ahead, and watched as the buildings started to move, slowly at first then faster and faster as the train picked up speed again. I had already been in this uncomfortable seat for almost two hours, watching as passenger after passenger got off, some of them with loads of bags and suitcases, others with nothing but their cellphone glued to their ears. But all o...
